[Intro]
(Ayy, Mahd, tell 'em turn that noise off)

[Chorus]
I'm in the street, all-white Air Force
Selling that white, don't bring no ones
Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun-duns
Young n***a 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
And I got fish on the scale, for real
Smell like a nail shop when you come in here
Nothin' but that brick talk when you get here
Oh, you wanna buy some bags? N***a got OG
And I got Z's, n***a, break 'em in O's
Only sell P's when you buy a load
Three-fifty for the zippity smoke
Four hundred for the folks I don't know
3.5 is a fifty or more
Break down, trap beat out the door
I don't touch nothing but this dough
Get money, only thing I know

[Verse 1]
What you gon' do when you gotta shoot at they ride?
What you gon' do when your people gon' die?
What you gon' do when it's time to slide?
What you gon' do when you got a .45?
What you gon' do when the .357
Hit him in the face, then send him straight to Heaven
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do when these folks come through?
What you gon' do when twelve hit the door?
N***a gon' run, then you gon' shoot back
It don't matter, better keep you a gat
N***a can't get caught, n***a, no lack
Hell, yeah, n***a, we packin', no lackin'
Hell, nah, n***a, we blood roll lackin'
Hell, yeah, play with a n***a, toe tag something
Everybody know, everybody red flag something
Yes, sir, n***a, I'm in the 6
EA, East Atlanta, lil' bitch
Paradise East, bitch, I'm lovin' the brick
Come in the 'partments servin' this shit
You want a bag, and I'll get it straight to you
You want a brick, and I'm whippin' it up
You country boy, and I'm fuckin' you up
You talkin' money, I'm turnin' it up
Yes, sir, bless her, ooh, I checked her
She wanna fuck, oh, yeah, I'm next up
Turnt up, bitch, hell, nah, no next up
Everybody know that they stuck on mustard, y'all n***as ketchup
Hell, yeah, hit it up
Tell my opps they'll ditch your head up, yeah
Nah, for real
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm in the street, all-white Air Force
Selling that white, don't bring no ones
Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun-duns
Young n***a 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
And I got fish on the scale, for real
Smell like a nail shop when you come in here
Nothin' but that brick talk when you get here
Oh, you wanna buy some bags? N***a got OG
And I got Z's, n***a, break 'em in O's
Only sell P's when you buy a load
Three-fifty for the zippity smoke
Four hundred for the folks I don't know
3.5 is a fifty or more
Break down, trap beat out the door
I don't touch nothing but this dough
Get money, only thing I know

[Verse 2]
Front door, back door them folks
I'm in Milwaukee with my n***a's dope
Came from Atlanta, got it for the low
You make extra when you get on the road
You gon' stretch 'em, got your arm in the bowl
Whip that shit up, and I'm glad how it sold
Sellin' this dog, gotta eat all the food
Keep that shit street if you wanna be goon
Packin' pistols, don't you have that shit tucked?
Have that shit ready, it's time to bust
I gotta hit for the money, know it's up
Just squeeze that bitch, and don't you freeze up
And now I see these n***as need us
I remember people wouldn't treat us
Like people really, really need 'em
We up like a motherfucker, show them motherfuckers we do not fuckin' need 'em
Now we treat 'em like the opps when we see them
Skin a n***a like a pig, we bleed 'em
Build me a army, n***a, do I breed 'em?
Let me be a dog 'cause I move like a leader
Been in these streets, too many stripes like a zebra
Smoke on a n***a, laugh like hyena
Dinner plate, put him on the street, we eat him
Been a player, and I got a band for the play
Petty move, n***a, that's not my way
Take a n***a off, still back in the day
Some of y'all n***as were bitches from back in the day
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm in the street, all-white Air Force
Selling that white, don't bring no ones
Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun-duns
Young n***a 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
And I got fish on the scale, for real
Smell like a nail shop when you come in here
Nothin' but that brick talk when you get here
Oh, you wanna buy some bags? N***a got OG
And I got Z's, n***a, break 'em in O's
Only sell P's when you buy a load
Three-fifty for the zippity smoke
Four hundred for the folks I don't know
3.5 is a fifty or more
Break down, trap beat out the door
I don't touch nothing but this dough
Get money, only thing I know